RESTING PLACE.

Scatter my ashes to the wind
upon a lush green and purple heather moor
where sheep gently graze
and golden eagles gracefully soar.

Where clear waters ripple and sparkle
in a winding sprawling mountain stream
and trees bare their rustic golden leaves
prolifically..

Rocky grey outcrops, protrude rugged and weather worn
from the ground
and joyful bird song is heard
and reverbataes
all around..

A peaceful timeless country scene
Where great poets
have marvelled at the lavish beauty and been inspired
And lovers have lingered and dreamed
for centuries.

Peter Dome.copyright.2012.